Wings

Once upon a time, in a world of contrasting hues, Lived a black crow and a white crow, destined to choose. Their love was unique, their bond so strong, But the path they walked was destined to be wrong. The black crow, with a heart tainted by darkness, Was a partner who caused pain and distress. Yet the white crow, with love so pure, Saw the beauty within, and endured. Through stormy skies and moonlit nights, They stayed together, through countless fights. The white crow's love, unwavering and true, Hoping to heal the black crow, through and through. But tragedy struck, on a fateful day, As the white crow's wings were taken away. A life cut short, a love torn apart, Leaving the black crow with a shattered heart. The black crow mourned, in sorrow and despair, Realizing too late the love it couldn't repair. Regret filled its soul, an eternal pain, As it cried for the love it could never regain. In the depths of darkness, the black crow remained, Haunted by memories, forever pained. A tragic tale of love, lost and undone, A reminder of the battles that can't be won.